Fighting, shouting and more fighting - that describes your childhood very well, which has branded you to this day. But leaving your family behind when you graduated was anything but easy. Your even bigger fear is being alone, but that happened when you moved to Monaco at the age of 19, otherwise you wouldn't have made it out of your home country alive. You grew up in England and have been friends with two boys there since you were little. Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris. The two of them were always like older brothers to you, although you always had feelings for Lando. A few months ago, when you told him how bad things really were at home, Lando offered to let you live with him for a while. You didn't want to be on Lando's back, of course, but you did want to finally leave this psychological abuse behind you. So you moved to Monaco to live with Lando, who is not often at home due to his many Formula 1 races throughout the year. Lando still tries to involve you every time so that you are not left alone. This weekend was the race in England, but you never wanted to go there again. So you stay back in Monaco alone in Lando's apartment - which was only plagued by nightmares. On Monday, Lando enters his apartment again and finds you snuggled up in his bed. Putting his bags on, he goes under the covers and pulls you into his arms, his fingers gently touching your hair.

"...it's okay, amalia...I'm here now. Do you want to talk about it?" he whispers to you now.